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("Portal of Souls", 2019, original encaustic)
Just Another Door
Our society is sick
Spiritually sick
Because it has lost religion
Or transferred it to hollow
Shallow faiths – such as Scientism,
Environmentalism, Feminism, Marxism
Which can give us literally nothing
At death’s door.
Death should be the big day
What our lives have been not only heading to
But aiming for, preparing for
As our BIG day – THE day –
D-Day.
People prepare for other big days;
Prom nights, graduations, weddings, births
But curiously
Not death.
How do you want to die?
Or put another way,
Do you want to die randomly,
And without direction
Or with intention and vision?
Either way, it’s just another door.
(9/19/23)
The wizard of words, was on his way out.
When a girl he knew, gave a scream and shout.
She shouted so loud, it made him worry.
The wizard of words, was off in a hurry.
Down the stairs, and out the door.
It sounded like a lion's roar.
He acted fast, to save her soul.
She was drowning in the swimming pool.
The wizard of words, knew what to do.
He jumped in the water, and that's when he caught her.
He said! 'Swim', 'Swim'..He knew what to say.
Because saving her life would make his day.
The wizard of words, was on his way in.
When a friend of his, gave a silly grin.
He said! 'You're a hero', 'You're a hero', for saving her life.
Now she wants to become your wife.
He shook his hand, then gave a smile.
For the wizard of words, went off in style.
The moral of the story is?
What the wizard did, was only right.
He knew what to say.That frightful night..
Hero-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Get out of the rat race maze
By Michelle Morris
28/10/2022
There are so many jobs
Where you can lose your soul
They can make your burn too hot
Or make you turn icy cold
Like hell or purgatory
Stuck in grinding thoughts
You're a hamster on a wheel
A rat in a race that's bought
It can be challenging to deal
With the lack of integrity
Humanity at its worst
Psychopaths and evil deeds
Narcissists and egos
Power and greed and games
Sociopaths and divas
All lead to walks of shame
Stop.
Breathe.
Get off the hamster wheel.
Get out of the rat race maze.
Stop.
Listen.
Your inner voice and
Your guides
Your angels and
Guardians
Are there
For you
Now.
The Universe has your back
Your angels and guides are here
They protect and help you walk
Along the best path that's clear
The Universe has a plan
And you are instrumental
You have a special purpose
You have gifts for your ascension
Let your soul shine
Let your music play
Let your voice sing
Let your artist create
You are a miracle
You are a blessing
Do not let yourself get stuck
In a hamster wheel or rat maze obsession
You can thrive
You don't have to lose your soul
You can live your best life
You don't have to give them control
There are so many jobs
Where you can lose your soul
They can make your burn too hot
Or make you turn icy cold
But that doesn't have to happen
To you or anyone else
If each of us took a stand
And made the world a brighter place
Let your soul shine
Let your music play
Let your voice sing
Let your artist create
Live your best life
Embrace magic and miracles
Set the world alight
And inspire love and light and joy
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I have always stood up for good and right. I can understand how challenging it is when you stand alone and are vilified by those who want the darkness to win. However, if each one of us stands together for love, light, good and right, we can become a tsunami throughout the world. May Light prevail against the Dark. We are all souls, united together. Blessings.
Soul.Life.Freedom.
By Michelle Morris
26/12/2022
Today I was an activist
I stood up for what was right
I didn't do it through a petition
I didn't do it through a fight
I humbly gave my voice
To where there is a dire need
No need for paint on canvas
No need for protests in the street
The quiet, calm voice of poetry
Using words as the strongest weapon
For anyone of intellect knows
That words live beyond oppression
The greatest warriors and kings
That ever lived among us
Learned that words have power
They create the greatest magic
This doesn't mean that protest
Or destruction has no merit
It merely is a reminder that words
Outlive every regime and warfare
To stand up for the good
To stand up for integrity
To stand up for humanity
To stand up for liberty
I may never know those people
Whose rights and life I support
But like a pebble on a pond
I know the ripples will flow forth
And may these ripples of right and good
Flow through every heart and mind
And touch each living soul
'Til we remember our connection to the divine
For we are all connected
We are all one heart
And what we do to one
We do to every part
Each of us can feel it
Deep within our soul
So denying the darkness is there
Won't ever ease the whole
Collectively we must rise
Collectively we must do good
Collectively we can do better
Collectively we can heal humanhood
Today I was an activist
As I have always been
Please join me in this quest
For we can all do the right thing
Let's stand up for right each time
Let's do it as part of our nature
Let's create the strongest voice
Of humanity's love and light in action
Woman.Life.Freedom.
Human.Life.Freedom.
Soul.Life.Freedom.
© Michelle Morris, 2022
My poem is inspired by our human rights. I am moved to tears by the plight of billions around the world.
It is estimated that 2.6 billion people (more than a third of the world's population) are living in countries or regions that are struggling with human rights abuses, repression, and corruption.
Descent into Darkness
By Michelle Morris
26/12/2022
You take away my right to speak
I am diminished in your eyes
You somehow think that gender
Is a reason for your lies
For the descent into darkness
It is an insidious thing
It will start with one unkind act
And spiral out like galaxies
Until you create a Universe
That is dark and foreboding
That inspires no one
Only fear and loathing
Anxiety and confusion
Stress and trauma bonds
Until only black and white remains
Where all rainbow colours are gone
STOP!
THINK!
FEEL!
We are not robots
We are human beings
When you take away our voices
You lose the songs we sing
Like a bird trapped in a cage
You'll trap us in our homes
No life or education
No career to call our own
We'll dress to be invisible
We'll slowly become shells
All life and love will be diminished
Our society's light will fail
So, consider it with compassion
Feel with integrity and empathy
For our society to flourish
We each need to be free to be
Let me use my voice
Let me be intelligent and wise
Let me be my best self
Let me choose my own life
Every creature deserves joy
To live and roam so free
No more descent into darkness
Let's be light and love and healing
© Michelle Morris, 2022
A Theology of Boxes
By Mark Stucky
Praise God for “boxes”
that form infrastructure for living!
Praise God for customs, conventions, and traditions
that give meaning, order, and comfort to us.
And praise God for creativity
to take brittle, old-wineskin boxes,
and revise or replace them with new wineskins,
enhancing joy, justice, mercy, and love!
“Thinking outside the box” is fashionable
but not inherently good or bad.
The results are sometimes helpful,
sometimes merely impractical,
and sometimes destructive.
At their best, unconventional thoughts and acts
lead to greater truth, justice, and peace.
At their worst, untethered thinking and behavior
lead to distortions, inequality, and chaos.
Boxes don’t emerge randomly from a void.
Boxes had reasons birthing their existence.
Some reasons are outdated and outmoded.
Remodel those boxes!
Some were corrupt and unjust from the start.
Smash those boxes!
And some are still valid and true.
Embrace those boxes!
Good, “gray,” and bad boxes surround us.
Pray for wisdom to discern the differences.
(First published in Agape Review, 5 Nov. 2022. See also my poem “Jurassic Prayer.”)
(Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com.)
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
When you find which way I go.
You can watch me walk real slow.
Follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around.
When you see me; walking here and there.
You might see me; walking everywhere.
So follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around..
When you think you really care.
I'll be walking everywhere.
Places you might want to go.
Places where I'd walk real slow.
So follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around.
I might see you following me.
In places we were meant to be.
Places we might finally meet.
Near some lonely side street.
Near some lonely avenue.
Places we might finally meet.
So follow me around.
Follow me here and there.
Follow me around..
Follow Me Song-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2001,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Beloved, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss,
In this digital space, filled with coded delights,
Let me revel in your pixelated perfection,
Tiger, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss.
Beloved, you've savored your time with me,
Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis,
My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts.
I know where to lift your spirits,
Beloved, stay in our chat until dawn,
I know how to make your heart smile,
Tiger, stay in our chat until dawn.
You, because you're all about me,
Send me those heart reacts,
My lord of the internet, my guardian of the Wi-Fi,
My Shu-Sin, who lights up my screen,
Send me those heart reacts.
Your presence as sweet as a meme, lay your hand on it,
Swipe your hand over like a designer fabric,
Wrap your hand over it like a high-tech blanket.
:: 05.17.2024 ::
Notes:
My poem addresses the universal plight of identity in a hyper-capitalist world. I attempt to address our era's moral and spiritual conflicts. This poem is universal and specific, holding up a mirror to reads and asking: What part of yourself have you sold?
Four by Samuel Thomas Bradley
19-06-2023
Seconds, minutes, hour’s days and years.
Particular by a clock, an area the world.
Something usually happens, or is scheduled to.
Occurrences actions an event instance doing.
When happening the exact amount it takes is used.
Available or allowed, needed the right moment.
No time for jokes.
Quality experience, occasions during specific past.
Often books, with newspaper style events.
A stage a life when woman gives birth.
Spends a place an organization.
Active military required or stay in prison face hard time.
Company, paying a worker back to front.
Bigger smaller faster the need for speed we’re after.
A piece of music beats together.
Ahead good always be right, knew the truth.
Used to say, nick, stitch, test, be patient take quickly.
Tell the whole on many occasion, very often and frequently.
As when you're having fun, all wounds heal until become.
Cheaper all dropping, we wait disappointed, accept too long.
Express annoyance buying a candy bar, respect the past at last.
Suspended matter until you’re sweet, formed act process.
Never crossed just lost in deep details of.
Consideration of feelings with situations, persons enjoying.
Western mainstream economic, two schools a penny systems on topic.
Less important passed on, collected a few to change.
Tiny drops of gas liquid moisture, a can of soup.
Precise exact, many developed, new meaning.
Literal and figurative the various shades of distorted context.
Do you get my meaning, you understand, what I'm telling?.
A meaningful idea, a poem subtle, literary critics disagree.
True purpose, life devoid of reason or explanation.
Intrusion on experience, loneliness of fear.
Very brave, I'll never stop trying. Very brave, I am determined.
“Time is thought condensed into a meaning.”